Life is all about changes,and moreover accepting these changes with an upright curve of the lips.
Moving out of the protective umbrella to a whole new world wasn't easy as I thought,it is challenging,every day brings in a new lesson,every good experience a memory and every bad experience a Lear. When I moved out of my home with a dream,I never knew my journey would be this challenging and full of new experiences. Hostel life ah! The best and the worst phase of one's life. Yes,I used BEST and WORST together. Hostel is somewhere you find a family away from family. A group of amigos who are ready to support you through thick and thin and a phase when a feeling of maturity creeps in. At school level,when a child cries in middle of the night because he suddenly remembers that he had forgotten to do his homework,everyone is there to listen and help. When he needs food,someone is there to serve and serve according to the mood and choice of the person,when he needs something he doesn't have to bother about the expenses ,he just bashes out his demands, when he Is sick he is not worried about the fee the doctor will charge but this is not in the case of a person living in the hostel. I can't even tell you the number of nights we slept with empty stomach because of the unbearable food they serve in the hostel, I can recall the Times we said 'yaar gareebi aagyi hai' , I remember waking up and realising that the breakfast is already served,I remember the Times we abused the hostel authority because of their over strict attitude(we still continue to do that).
If we look at the flip side, this image is somehow glorified when we realise that living away from home teaches the worth of HOME. The rosy fact that I and everyone reading this will agree to the fact that living away from family made us a little responsible. The joy of going home after months,mid night snacks,cleaning the room on own,mananging the expenses,cribbing about the bad food,talking about the not so good warden,the rumors that spread like fire,the never ending Hostel stories,going to each and every seminars not because we are interested but just because we are' free ki audience',dancing till late,celebrating birthdays at 12 and making oour day scholar friends jealous.The long queues for bathing where 'garam paani aaya kya?' remains constant is the most weird thing I on a personal level eexperience in hostel.
Without a doubt that little kid inside us grows but we don't realise it. Yes I can proudly say that i learnt a lot and I am learning a lot. The decision of moving out was somehow the best decision I made.
I am learning something new everyday,every sunrise brings in something fresh and when in I sleep I feel proud that I learnt something that I might not have learnt remaining in home. I feel it is necessary that we move out of the aura of loads of pampering to the actual world.
Everything coin has two sides,so does hostel life has. No doubt home never felt so comforting but this is also fun :')
Waiting to experience a lot more,I sit here with a weird expression because of the VERY TASTY FOOD that I ate today.
